Trick Fiction

by Paul Mark & The Van Dorens

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    "'Fritos, BBQ & Scotch', the searing opening track of Paul Mark & the Van Dorens' 'Trick Fiction', calls to mind the late, great Albert King, and grabs your attention...lt shows Mark to be a gifted songwriter and guitarist, with the right gritty voice to carry it all off "
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    "'Trick Fiction', recorded in Memphis at Ardent Studios, is jam-packed with killer guitar and some of the coolest lyrics we've heard in quite some time!...A definite breath of fresh air on the blues scene, Paul Mark and the Van Dorens have hit it big with 'Trick Fiction'."
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"Sensational...If 'Trick Fiction' has so far gone unnoticed outside the northeastern and eastern United States, that needs to quickly be corrected.
- Blues Wax
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"As funky and spontaneous as [Memphis’] finest music… The performances [on 'Trick Fiction"' are consistently inspired…Mark’s lyrics go places other blues-based artists just don't try.”
- Blues Revue Magazine
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"'Trick Fiction' is roots rock with that deep soul vibe...While the Van Dorens play rough, ragged and relentless music that will get you on your feet, the real attraction is the wit and wisdom of singer/guitarist Paul Mark, who definitely mines seldom-explored veins with his original lyrics."
- Blues Bytes
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Forget the prefab corporate airbrushed sound of contemporary American “rock” music: 'Trick Fiction' is the real deal, twanging, overdriven guitars over relentless grooves and some of the most distinctive blues lyrics written by anyone, anywhere.

'Trick Fiction' contains 11 new songs by Paul Mark, including the instant swamp classic Big Glass Building, a sound solution to global warming. Included as well is the big-time blues lifestyle proclamation 'Fritos, BBQ & Scotch' which Albert King might (repeat, might) smile over. And take a listen to the soulful instrumental groove of 'Stake Out', where Booker T meets Kenny Burrell. For those given to over-indulgence there’s the raucous, cautionary tale '30 Lbs. in 30 Days'. A cover version of the Pomus/Shuman gem, 'Suspicio'n, takes a dark, late-night turn. And included here is a solo piano interlude, 'Small Heaven', that might be the best ballad Mark’s ever penned.

But the final track, Riverside Diner, is where it all comes home, a raucous train on a righteous track towards salvation in a world that’s cast out its heroes and instead relies on the folly of fools. Trick Fiction ain’t for fools...It’s where the train STOPS. You dig MTV, American Idol and today's "rock" radio?? Find another CD, this ain't your thing...

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released January 1, 2006

Produced by Paul Mark and Jeff Powell
Mixed by Paul Mark and Jeff Powell
Recorded/mixed at Ardent Studios, Memphis TN
Assistant engineer: Adam Hill
Mastered by Scott Hull, NYC

James Strain - Bass
Dan Schnapp - Hammond organ, piano
Josh Wheeler - Drums
Susan Marshall, Jackie Johnson - Background vocals
P.Mark - Vocals, guitar, piano, bass, percussion

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Paul Mark & The Van Dorens New York, New York

Triple-threat songwriter-musician-producer Paul Mark has been turning the heads of critics and barflies for decades. With a striking lyrical edge and an encyclopedic facility with American roots music, NYC-based Paul Mark has built a top-drawer original song catalog that tugs on the ears of the literary as well as the liquidated. Mark is also principal owner of Radiation Records. ... more

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Track Name: Fritos, BBQ & Scotch
(Words/music by P.Mark)

When my wife went home to her mother
Boys I turned it up a notch
Seven days living on nothing but
Fritos, BBQ and scotch

They say the stuff will kill you
But you know that’s a crock
No medicine works better than
Fritos, BBQ and scotch

She called me up on day one, asking how are things at home
I said no need to hurry back, I got plenty going on
On day three she asks who’s there with you, ain’t no use in denying
I asked, how’s your mother, she said now I know your lying
On day five she shouts I’m coming home to cleanse our house of sin
She found me face down on the couch with my three special friends

You might call it cheating, call it l lying but it’s not
The good book’s got no rules about
Fritos, BBQ and scotch

There’s two paths you can walk down
I gave them both a shot
Between paradise and hellfire I choose
Fritos, BBQ and scotch

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Track Name: Big Glass Building
(Words/music by P.Mark)

Little cousin Cal pulled his hook from the river, fried up his catch in a pan
Stumbled to his cabin doubled-up coughing, dropped down onto the bed
The doctor said it looks bad. He said, what’s he doing eating from there?
Uncle Jonah picked his gun from the mantle
And headed off towards that big glass building
Saying, I got something that’ll cure that coughing

Slow Toby fancied TV to reading, smoked himself trey packs a day
When the cancer took him he was dim to the reasons
The man told him smokes are OK
Now Toby’s dumb in his grave
The lawyer said we got no case
Uncle Jonah grabbed his gun from the mantle
And headed off towards that big glass building
Saying, I got something that’ll cure that coughing

Same soot that caked on old Bessie’s window melted the ice caps away
She went down sucking wind from a respirator, her bayou home laid to waste
The water line kept climbing
Mud slowly dragging everything away
Uncle Jonah grabbed his gun from the mantle
And headed off towards that big glass building
Saying, I got something that’ll cure that coughing

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Track Name: Never Again
(Words/music by P.Mark)

Tried it once, never again
Tried it once, never again
You won’t get me up in one of them things
Tried it once, never again

Round trip flight to Memphis, bought it two weeks in advance
Now I’m sleeping at LaGuardia they overbooked again
Tried it once, never again

The food was bad, the movie was worse
The flight attendant’s smile was a drug store curse
Tried it once, never again

Weather over Memphis, pilot said we couldn’t land
Touched down in Nash-Vegas with a free drink in my hands
Tried it once, never again

I wrote to the man about how they trashed my plans
Got a letter saying thank you please fly with us again
Tried it once, never again

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Track Name: Conspiracy
(Words/music by P.Mark)

Round every corner there’s a plot to bring you down
Deception’s in the details, double-dealing’s all over town
You might say I’m crazy, but your eyes just don’t see
Round every corner I smell conspiracy

The mailman reads my letters
The state’s tapped into my phone
The landlord goes through my house whenever I’m not home
There’s something in the water
And slow poison in my food
I tried calling the police but they’re in on it too

There’s a camera every corner and a mic in every room
They’re drilling beneath the sidewalk, I can feel it in my shoes
People say I’m crazy but their eyes just don’t see
Round every corner I smell conspiracy

There are eyes in the night sky
And forces that can kill
My kids are eying my wallet
And my wife’s asking about my will
People say I’m crazy, but that’s part of what’s killing me
Round every corner I smell conspiracy

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Track Name: Fear of Grief
(Words/music by P.Mark)

I have no wife, no children
No loyal dog sleeping at my feet
But I have my life, and my sleep at night
And I have my fear of grief

My friends and relations they are many
The valleys between us grow so deep
Highways winding home, jet planes and telephones
Move slower than my fear of grief

High priests and market makers
Trample the earth for all they seek
But there is no darkness, no terrible swift sword
Blind as my fear of grief

There’s love in the stars that look down on us
A love a true as gravity
And there’s a love that stands alone, hard as a stone
Buried within my fear of grief

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Track Name: 30 Lbs. in 30 Days
(Words/music by P.Mark)

I saw it on a talk show, how to change my losing ways
So I bought it at the bookstore with the last of my factory pay
A how-to guide to a better life
30 lbs. in 30 days

After two weeks I was nowhere, bathroom scale ain’t moved a peg
After three weeks I was nowhere but I did not loose the faith
I knew I I could, the book said I would, loose
30 lbs. in 30 days.

The TV’s talking to me
The mirror’s talking to me
The eyes of strangers are talking to me
Saying you ain’t what you’re supposed to be

I went to see my doctor
He said give it up boy you’ve been played
I went to see my doctor, he said the problem’s in your head
Only prize fighters and castaways can loose
30 lbs. in 30 days.

Now I’m talking on a talk show, a man of wealth a man of weight
Finally figured out how to weave my words, writing ‘em down and making ‘em pay
Two books a year about how to clear
30 lbs. in 30 days
Fleecing the fools who are trying to loose
30 lbs. in 30 days.

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Track Name: Wholly Rollin'
(Words/music by P.Mark)

Holy darkness, holy light
Holy visions, holy night
Holy stories, holy tales
Holy fishes, holy whales

It don’t matter if you’re in a crowd
Or standing all alone
You’re holy/wholly on your own

Holy borders, holy lands
Holy rivers, holy lines in the sand
Holy cities, holy streets
Holy shepherds fleecing holy sheep

Holy heaven, holy bells
Holy music, holy hell
Holy prophets, holy fools
Holy children off to holy schools

Holy ceiling, holy floor
Holy soldiers guarding holy doors
Holy blessing, holy curse
Holy terror, holy chapter and verse

Holy mystery, holy books
Holy castles for holy crooks
Holy idols, holy cows
Holy mackerel, holy and how

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Track Name: Stake Out
(Music by P.Mark)
Track Name: Times Have Changed
(Words/music by P.Mark)

Times have changed
Times have changed, so have you
Been a change in the weather and a change in your point of view

Times have changed
Times have changed, so have I
Been a change in the weather now we don’t see eye to eye

You read the morning paper, you walk across the floor
The picture on the mantel it don’t look like you no more
Times have changed, so have you
Been a change in the weather and a change in your point of view

You used to bust ‘em up with every word you said
Now the jokes you’re telling got me scratching at my head
Times have changed, so have you
Been a change in the weather and a change in your point of view


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Track Name: Small Heaven
(Words/music by P.Mark)

First time I saw Paris
I was thinking about New York
First time I drove through the South
I was running from the North

The day the roof came off the house
I knew I’d always have a home
The night that I heard that Howlin’ Wolf
I knew I’d always live alone

Less is more and more is worse
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
Kings will come and when they’re done
On earth there’ll be some small heaven with you

First time I put down roots
I was waiting on a train
First time I looked into the sun
I was sleeping in the rain

One day you fall into the sea
They say boy it’s sink or swim
When you come up with the whitest pearl
They say it don’t belong to him

When at last I climbed the stairs
I found just another floor
When I finally found the key
I could not find the door

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Track Name: Riverside Diner
(Words/music by P.Mark)

Doc Pomus in his wheelchair
Lone Star Café, Fifth Ave.
Doc Pomus in his wheelchair
Lone Star Café, Fifth Ave.
With Big Joe Turner, checking the tunes
Licking their beers and sipping their wounds

Headlights flashing towards the station
Pressing down on the steel road
Metal thunders past the platform
Train don’t stop in this town no more

We got a schoolboy in the big house
Slamming doors and blowing smoke
We got a schoolboy in the big house
Slamming doors and blowing smoke
Covering his ears and starting a war
Hoping his god will carry him home

I saw Jesus in the Riverside Diner
Working coffee and a smoke
I saw Jesus in the Riverside Diner
Working coffee and a smoke
His head was hanging low
Wondering where it all went wrong

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